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“Run, Eddie, run!” Steve screamed as they booked it over logs, giant plants, and small animals.
“Fucking hell!” the metalhead yelled, ducking to miss a tree branch with a monkey perched atop.
They ran for what felt like forever, and when Eddie tripped over a log, they decided to breathe. The tanned man, who was in cargo pants with a camo bandana tied around his forehead, looked around.
“You think we lost it?”
The other man had a bottle pressed to his lips, sucking down water, “I fucking hope so.”
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. A black and white bird with a large orange beak landed on the giant leaf next to the metalhead, causing both of them to scream and jump into each other’s arms. It grunted at them before flying off, seemingly bored with their antics.
They looked at each other, so close their noses almost touched. Immediately, they let go without another word.
“Where do you suppose we are?” Eddie asked, brushing dirt off his black jeans, which were no longer as tight as they used to be in high school.
“The Amazon,” he smirked, earning a big, brown eye roll.
“And how far do you think we are from camp?”
“No clue.”
“Great.”
After defending Hawkins a handful of times before finally silencing Vecna once and for all, the U.S. government offered the party members a chance to keep saving the world. Similar gates had been popping up all over the globe. Each one brought a different kind of monster; none had encountered the Demogorgon, except for the Russian one, which closed when Vecna died. Their most recent mission was in Brazil. Some strange, shadowy beings have been terrorizing a town that lives in tree houses in the middle of the Amazon Rainforest.
“Let’s head back, yeah?” the hazel-eyed man asked.
“Okay, I’ll grab the pack.”
As the dark-haired man moved the backpack, the weird-looking bulbed plant underneath spat what he thought was air in his face - that was until he tasted it. It left a sour taste in his mouth, causing him to bend forward, coughing.
“Eds?” the other man rushed to him, squating down to look him in the eye as he balanced himself with a hand on the metalhead’s back. “You oka-”
Another blast from the plant had Steve coughing just as badly.
While still trying to catch their breath, they spotted that damn bird again. It was sitting on top of something, but for some reason, their feathery friend was getting closer by the second. That was when Eddie saw the spots.
“Steve…” he slowly reached down to grab the bag. He saw a small cave in the rock wall that the big cat shouldn’t be able to get into. “See the cave in the rocks?”
“Yeah,” he didn’t know what had the other man so spooked, but whatever it was, he didn’t want to be a part of it.
“When I say go, we’re going to run as fast as possible and hide in there. Ready…”
The jaguar stalked a little closer, and Steve’s breath hitched when he finally laid eyes on it.
“Set…”
The animal leaned back on its paws, placing its weight on its hind legs.
“Go!”
The cat pounced, just missing the boys as they sprinted to the small cave.
“Jesus H. Christ!” Eddie yelled, listening to his voice echo inside the dark space. The entrance was small, but the inside was much larger than expected.
“I’m never coming back to the Amazon again after this,” Steve laughed, hands on his knees as he drank in air.
The air was cool inside the cave as the duo decided to do some exploring. It felt really nice against the metalhead’s skin. He was incredibly hot, and something was stirring in the pit of his stomach. A deep breath from the other man pulled his attention to him. Steve was damp with sweat, but he had goosebumps up and down his arms. Biting the inside of his cheek was the only thing stopping a moan from escaping his lips when he saw the other man’s raging boner.
Steve was so hard in his jeans. He was tucked to the left, and Eddie could see all of him. When he went to move, that was when he realized he was just as turned on.
“Fuck,” he whispered to himself, but as luck would have it, even whispers echoed inside the damp walls.
“E-Eddie, I don’t feel so good,” Steve said, continuing further into the cave, but he stumbled. The dark-haired man caught him in his arms.
“Shit, you’re burning up, Sweetheart,” he pressed the back of his hand to the tanned man’s forehead. “Come on, let’s sit you down.”
His hands caressed the other man’s arm, and it felt like heaven for Steve. His hands weren’t cold, but the feeling of his touch offered a cool relief, the hazel-eyed man noted.
The metalhead ignored the dizzy feeling clouding his brain, so he could take care of Steve. Taking his hands away, he reached for the water bottle.
“Feels good,” the tanned man sighed as he ran his hand up a pale arm. “When you touch me. Feels good.”
Eddie stumbled backward, falling on his butt with a humpfh.
“You okay?” The tanned man moved, so he was right next to him.
“J-just a little lightheaded. Here, drink up,” he handed over the bottle of water, and their fingers brushed, causing both men to shiver.
As he drank, he could feel eyes on him, big ones with the most gorgeous shade of brown. It made him nervous, but it also turned him on even more. Shifting around a bit made it almost worse. His erection found a small taste of friction from his jeans, and if he had any less self-control, he would have moaned. As it may be, a small whimper escaped his throat.
“Y-you don’t think that plant was some weird like aphrodisiac or something, do you?” Eddie asked as he too tried to better situate himself.
“I don’t know. Maybe,” he was biting his lips, trying his damndest not to act on the actions his body wanted. He caved a bit, sliding his fingers between the metalhead’s pale digits. The man’s breath hitched at the action.
“Can…fuck, tel-tell me if I’m reading this wrong, Sweetheart, but…c-can I kiss you?”
“Please,” Steve all but whined.
A chill spread down his back as a hand gently caressed his cheek. He didn’t have much time to take in the feeling because two chapped lips met his in a chaste kiss that quickly turned heated. Steve pulled the man on top of him as he lay down, and the other man went willingly, never once breaking the kiss. Hands explored every inch of skin they could touch, offering cool, calming relief as tongues worked their way into parts that had yet to be discovered. The dark-haired man moved his hips, grinding down into the man below.
“Eds,” he moaned, causing the man to do it again. “Eddie, stop!”
Shit, had he taken it too far? He scrambled to get off Steve, and if he was feeling like himself, the hazel-eyed man would’ve stopped him.
“W-wait!” Steve sat up, looking at the other man, who was shaking like he was about to be eaten by that jaguar. “I-I di-shit…I just…this is-isn’t how I pictured our first time, and I want to be on the same page before this goes any further.”
Eddie sat up a little straighter as he continued to listen.
“I’ve liked you for a while now, Eds, and I don’t want this to be a one-time thing…Shit, if I would’ve known this was going to happen, I would’ve taken you out on a date before we came here,” he ran a hand through his hair. “What I’m trying to say is…Eddie, will you go out with me once this is all over?”
Without a word, the metalhead moved into his space, softly pressing his lips to his cheek.
“Yes, I want to go out on all of the dates with you, Stevie.”
“All of them?”
“Every single one,” he whispered into the shell of the other man’s ear.
Turning his head, he captured the man’s lips, pulling them back to where they were before feelings got in the way.
Grinding down like before, Eddie was met with a delicious moan. He did it once again before moving off him. “Can I take this off?” he tugged at Steve’s shirt, getting a nod in return. Pressing kiss after kiss around his hairy chest, his lips finally latched onto a perky, pink nipple.
“Fuck, Eds. Feels so good,” he reached for his belt, only to be swatted away.
“Patience, Baby. Let me take care of you,” he went right back to the swollen nipple, pinching the other one between his fingers. Another moan from Steve echoed throughout the cave.
“Please,” he whined.
“Please, what, Sweetness?”
Another whine was pulled from his lips.
“Try again,” Eddie spoke with a more authoritative tone that went straight to Steve’s hard cock.
“Please, need-need you to touch me,” his hips stuttered in the air against nothing.
“I am touching you,” he smirked, getting a groan in return.
“Please, Eds. Need you…n-need your fingers inside.”
“Well, how can I say no when you ask so pretty, baby?” Eddie got to work on his belt, allowing Steve to help only by lifting his hips to get his pants and boxers off. He took his own shirt off just before kissing him again. Two fingers found their way to the tanned man’s jaw. “Need you to get them nice and wet for me, so I can open you up. Can you do that, Sweetheart?”
“Yes,” he was breathless, humping the cool air as he began running his tongue over the pale digits.
Once satisfied with the tanned man’s work, Eddie pulled his fingers out. The lovely pop that came from the man’s lips made him lean down to kiss him while he found his entrance. Circling it for a second caused Steve to shiver in anticipation, and once he pressed into him, it was all moans and whines. The metalhead was eating them up as each one sparked something in him that traveled to his aching cock.
“An-another, please,” he pleaded.
Not bothering to toy with him anymore, the dark-haired man let a string of saliva out of his mouth, landing right on the man’s filled hole.
“So hot,” Steve sighed. “Fuck! Yes, Eddie, please. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.”
The second finger set him on fire, but the metalhead did his best to calm him down. “Stevie, baby, I need you to take a breath.”
“So good, Eddie. So-so-ssso good….fuck!”
“I know, sweetheart, but I need you here with me as we do this. Take a deep breath,” and as the brunette did just that, another finger was added.
The stretch burned in the most delicious way. A loud, drawn-out scream spewed from his pink, kiss-bitten lips just in time for the begging to start.
“Eds, I neeeeee-need you. Please, daddy. Need you to-ahh-f-fuck me.”
“Yeah, you need daddy to fuck you, sweetness? Make you all stupid with his cock?”
That did it for Steve. The condescension, the sweet names, daddy. All he could do at this point was nod; his brain was too scrambled.
“Fuck, look at you…so pretty for me,” Eddie cooed as he pulled his fingers out of the man who was now whining at the loss. He kissed him as he worked his pants off, trying to distract him from the empty feeling. It worked for about a second before Steve was whining with need and want. “I got you, baby. Daddy’s got you…You ready, sweet boy?”
“Yesssss,” tears were in his eyes, threatening to spill over, and as the metalhead pushed into him, he couldn’t hold them back anymore.
Eddie squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to immediately bust. The man was tight, even with the little bit of prep they had done. Once fully seated, he opened his eyes, noting the tears. “Oh, Sweetheart. I didn’t hurt you di-”
The other man shook his head rapidly, “N-no, daddy. Feels so good. So full.”
“That’s my boy,” he smiled, pulling out a little only to snap his hips forward. After a few moments, he found his pace, enjoying Steve’s mouth the entire time.
They could both feel their impending orgasms, and what did Steve in was when the metalhead wrapped his tongue around his and stroked it, bobbing up and down. The tanned man spurted white ropes onto both of their stomachs. His whole body shook, and he became intensely tight.
“I’m not going to last much longer, Sweetheart. Where do y-”
“In me. Cum inside me, daddy. Please?”
Eddie couldn’t believe his ears, but who was he to question the man’s judgment right now? Three more pumps, and he was cumming inside him with a deep growl.
Catching their breath was the hardest part, and when Eddie finally pulled his softening dick out, Steve gasped. He could feel the man’s juices dripping out of him, and he loved every second of it. The metalhead found a washcloth in their bag and wiped them both down, taking extra care around the man’s used hole.
Their fiery, itchy skin had gone away the moment they came, and it then became clear that Steve had asked him out prior to giving him the best orgasm of his life.
“Did you mean it?” Eddie asked.
“What?”
“When you said you wanted to go out with me?”
The tanned man started to curl in on himself, and that wasn’t okay. The metalhead pulled him into his lap, wrapping his arms around the man. “I only ask because I meant it. I like you, Steve, a lot, and I would really like to be your boyfriend if you’ll have me.”
“You meant it?” Steve looked shocked, and that broke the other man’s heart a little.
“Of course I did.”
“I-I meant it to. I want to be yours,” he whispered the last part as if he was afraid the echoes would steal the words from him.
“Mine,” Eddie smiled before leaning in to capture his lips in a chaste kiss.